The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: Translations and imitationsJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale Iftood , 125 Grief chill'd my ...
... pow'rs ador'd by me , And Love , the God that ever waits on thee , When first I heard ( from whom I hardly knew ) That you were fled , and all my joys with you , Like fome fad ftatue , fpeechlefs , pale Iftood , 125 Grief chill'd my ...
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... rs , like exhalations rife , And the huge columns heave into the fkies . The Eastern front was glorious to behold ... pow'r , And OF FAME . 57.
... rs , like exhalations rife , And the huge columns heave into the fkies . The Eastern front was glorious to behold ... pow'r , And OF FAME . 57.
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... pow'rs his constant pray'r , Once ere he dy'd , to taste the blissful life Of a kind husband and a loving wife . These thoughts he fortify'd with reasons still , ( For none want reasons to confirm their will . ) 20 Grave authors fay ...
... pow'rs his constant pray'r , Once ere he dy'd , to taste the blissful life Of a kind husband and a loving wife . These thoughts he fortify'd with reasons still , ( For none want reasons to confirm their will . ) 20 Grave authors fay ...
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... pow'rs above , And not for pleasure only , or for love . 12 L Think not I doat ; ' tis time to take a wife , When vig'rous blood forbids a chafter life : Those that are bleft with store of grace divine , 125 May live like faints , by ...
... pow'rs above , And not for pleasure only , or for love . 12 L Think not I doat ; ' tis time to take a wife , When vig'rous blood forbids a chafter life : Those that are bleft with store of grace divine , 125 May live like faints , by ...
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... pow'rs , I feel the pain , And he that smarts has reafon to complain . 205 Do what you lift , for me ; you must JANUARY AND MAY . 95.
... pow'rs , I feel the pain , And he that smarts has reafon to complain . 205 Do what you lift , for me ; you must JANUARY AND MAY . 95.
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Página 30 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Página 28 - And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made, Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew...
Página 30 - The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
Página 59 - The figur'd games of Greece the column grace, Neptune and Jove survey the rapid race. The youths hang o'er their chariots as they run ; The fiery steeds seem starting from the stone ; The champions in distorted postures threat ; 220 And all appear'd irregularly great. Here happy Horace tun'd th...
Página 35 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Página 25 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Página 33 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away: To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! 240 Alas no more!— methinks we wandring go Thro...
Página 35 - When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll, And fwelling organs lift the rifing foul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priefts, tapers, temples, fwim before my fight : In feas of flame my plunging foul is drown'd, 275 While Altars blaze, and Angels tremble round.
Página 27 - em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Página 27 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law...